Archive: M_A, SWAL, The Nesting Place-- anybody who wants it,
really
Category: AU - series O/Q
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: this part of the story has Obi almost raped. Sorry
all but the muses demanded it. Next part will be Qui-Gon and
Obi-Wan.
Spoilers: None
Feedback: If you like it please let me know. It's a great ego
booster!
Disclaimer: The real Qui and Obi belong to George - these two
are incredibly similar so I have to write this but they're
still mine - mine, mine, mine, mine, all mine! Bwahahahaha!
For those newbies - ahmaté means 'one whose life is
forever entwined with mine.' It is more commonly used as an
endearment that meant 'love of my life
The story thus far:
This is an alternate universe story set on a planet called
Edan far beyond the rim worlds. In this universe the Sith won
the first battle driving a convoy of Jedi children and a few
grownups and force sensitives beyond the rim where they crashed
on this planet.
Those Jedi that remained fought until they were forced to flee
down the same paths generations later and the force guided them
to the same world. Unfortunately they were pursued by the Sith
and the ensuing battle caused both ships to crash,
communications forever lost with their birth galaxy.
These two new factions were called the Lords of Heaven, as the
Jedi took a protective stance on the now fairly primitive
descendants, and the Sith - who lived in the wastelands and
hunted the force-sensitive children for apprentices. One of
whom was Xanatos.
In the opening story Xanatos turns on his Lord of Heaven
teacher, Qui-Gon, and has joined his master and lover Maul. The
time of the choosing, when the lord of heaven chooses a
'chosen' or apprentice is at hand. Qui-Gon's heart has been
shattered and does not wish to do so but the force and a very
special young man named Obi-Wan change his mind and his heart.
A soul bond is forged when Obi-Wan nearly dies to save the
lord.
Taking Obi to his mountain home, Qui-Gon begins to teach him
the ways of the light, but resists completing the soul-bond -
the physical joining - until Obi has reached his majority. Two
cycles have passed and the Sith lord Maul has plotted to
capture Obi-Wan for his own (he has a major case of lust for
the boy) and Obi has fallen very much in love with his teacher
and soul-bonded. He is desperately waiting for another cycle to
pass so they could finish the bond - but dark forces have risen
once more and Obi-Wan is taken captive at his brother's wedding
by the Sith Lord, Maul.
Dedicated to all those people who kept reminding me that this
really is a good story and I really needed to write the next
part of it - and to my beta goddesses (that goes without
saying!)
Thank you to my wonderful betatrixes (I borrowed that word coz
it was so very wonderful!) You guys are the best. And thank you
to all those people who gave me feedback. It's great to know
you like me , you really like me!
I'd like to apologize to all those people who expected this
story to go the way it hasn't. However my muses led me in this
direction so who am I to argue - it will all work out in the
end I promise (ain't I a lil stinker tho?)
And now - on with the show!
Lords of Heaven, Part 5 - Deliver Us from Evil
"Hello my pet. I've been waiting for you."
Qui-Gon's equina was lathered and wet by the time he raced into
the village of Corellias. What he found sent chills down his
spine and made his heart cry out in unholy terror and rage. The
village itself was fine but the people. . . by the light, the
people were devastated shells of their happy selves. The ones
most shattered were the Chieftan's family - Obi-Wan's family.
Oh-Wen drew away from where his betrothed was bandaging his
wound and stalked up to Qui-Gon. Defying lifetimes of fear and
worship, the young man cocked his fist and slammed it into the
Lord of Heaven's jaw, throwing Qui-Gon's head sharply to the
side. A gasp of horror went up throughout the throng of people
gathering. Someone had dared to strike at a Lord of Heaven.
"Where were you!" Oh-Wen growled. "Where were you when that
monster held my beloved hostage and demanded my brother
surrender himself willingly or watch as the Sith plunged a
knife into her breast. Where were you when that . . .. that
Sith made Obi-Wan strip naked before the village and abase
himself so that that thing could collar him and lead him off
like, like an animal. Like his pet!. Why my brother loves you
I'll never know, damn you as a Sith!" Oh-Wen howled in anguish.
"What happened," Qui-Gon asked quietly, holding himself tightly
in control. Oh-Wen turned to leave, a disgusted look upon his
face. "Oh-Wen, please!" The Lord of Heaven caught hold of the
young man's arm. "I beg of you, what happened here? What has
happened to my ahmaté?"
Oh-Wen, hearing the raw desperation in the Lord's voice,
finally relented. "He. . . that creature had it all planned and
had the help of my accursed cousin, Xanatos. The attack was
sudden and swift. No one was killed because Maul wanted Obi to
surrender willingly. Xanatos struck me down as I tried to
defend Beru, but Maul stopped the killing blow and Xanatos fled
into the woods, his tail between his legs. Beru was taken and
held at knifepoint and we waited. Until Obi arrived and Maul
gave him the choice of surrendering himself to the Sith or
watching my betrothed die. Obi surrendered. He did manage to
whisper a message to me for you. He said, 'Tell Qui-Gon I
understand what ahmaté means, and he is mine as well.'"
Qui-Gon's head bent and the chieftan's son heard a sob break
from somewhere deep inside the Lord of Heaven. Never had he
heard such a painful, soul wracking sound. It was as if the
Lord's heart was shattering in his breast. "Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon
whispered.
And then a deadly calm settled on the older man and when he
looked up, Oh-Wen was struck dumb with terror at the fury and
hatred in those eyes. "I will find him and bring him home. Maul
and his creature have gone too far. There shall be no mercy for
them this day." As if to accentuate his harsh promise, a crack
of lightening rent the air and the heavens opened up and it 's
tears poured down. The rains had come.
Obi-Wan stumbled behind the dark lord's equina, naked and
shivering as the rains lashed at his exposed form. He could no
longer draw upon the power of the light thanks to the
thrice-damned collar around his neck. Maul chuckled. "Soon my
pet. Soon we shall be home and we shall begin your training. I
look forward to breaking you."
Inwardly he cursed. A soul-bond. The whelp had a soul-bond with
his Master. Maul could feel its sickly presence, a shining
beacon of love and hope. His plans would have to change.
The young man's eyes flashed mutinously. He would die before
surrendering to this foul creature, he would never betray his
ahmaté. IObi-Wan's mind felt naked and vulnerable, more
exposed than his body. He was cut off from the warm presence he
had grown so dependant upon these last few cycles. He could not
feel his Master's proud spirit within him.
The young man fought the bleak despair that threatened his
serenity. To give in would be to weaken himself and allow the
dark lord a key to his soul. Qui-Gon was out there. Hunting. Of
that Obi-Wan had no doubt. All he had to do was find a way to
escape from this creature and make his way back to his Lord.
Then he would be complete once more. But first he needed to
escape. And for now that meant playing along.
Obi-Wan kept track of where they went, deliberately blocking
out the horror of his situation and his captor. He memorized
landmarks, things he could easily pick up on the run. And he
plotted. He would need clothes, a cloak and boots at least.
Something in a dark, neutral, color to blend in with the woods.
He would need his light sword that even now dangled on that
creature's belt . . .but he could leave it behind if necessary
and build a new one. He needed the collar off. That too
required a key, or something that could cut through the
intricate metal workings. On and on he plotted and planned,
trying to bolster his spirits with these thoughts. Trying not
to imagine what lay ahead of him.
All too soon the journey was over and Obi-Wan was dragged into
a hidden tunnel and through the rock to a well hidden valley.
The house was huge, almost as big as his Master's fortress. And
the walls were so high. Obi-Wan did not lose heart though. The
light would show him a way.
And then his cousin came out to greet them. "All went well I
see my Lord, and you have your pretty play toy." Xanatos walked
over to Obi and casually ran a hand down his flank. "No more
baby fat, cousin. You've become rather impressive. Tell me,
what was it like, feeling Qui-Gon's massive cock plunder that
sweet little backside of yours?"
"Xanatos!" Maul growled menacingly. "Enough, prepare the
training room! I will have him claimed before his wretch of a
master comes to try and save him."
"You don't think Qui-Gon would dare . . ."
"This one has a soul-bond, fool. Even you should be able to see
it. But I' ve wanted my pretty pet for many cycles now. And I
mean to have him." And then Maul would the whelp and bydoing so
kill that pathetic Light Lord as well. Soul-bonds made one so
vulnerable and weak, the Sith thought maliciously.
Qui-Gon ghosted through the tempest lashed forest, searching
calmly for signs that his love had passed this way. He would
find Obi-Wan - and when he did, the heavens would shake with
his wrath as he decimated his enemy for daring to touch what
was his.
There, a piece of the tie Obi-Wan wore in his braid, and then .
. . a copper-gold strand of hair. A broken branch and an
overturned rock, kicked up by an equina. The trail was there,
and Qui-Gon would follow wherever it led.
Maul watched the young man prowl the 'training' room like a
caged felinea through the spy hole and laughed. By the dark, he
was beautiful. So young and succulent and full of life and
light. He would enjoy taking that one, and taking him hard.
Every once and a while the pet would reach up and tug at the
collar around his throat in irritation. 'So you don't like my
collar, hmm pet? Can't have you contacting your . . .' The
thought was cut short when the vague tingling along his spine
heralded the arrival of the Lord of Light within his sensing
range.
"Nightspawn! Xanatos, to me at once!" Maul shouted. Spinning
around, he stalked out, shedding his clothes as he went. It
would have to be now, time was too short.
His apprentice came barreling around the corner, anxious to
please.
"Your former Master is near. Buy me the time I need to destroy
them both!" Maul snarled as his boots impacted on the wall.
Taking the knife from his belt sheath he grasped it between
decaying teeth as he finished stripping, much to Xanatos's
dismay. "Well?" Maul growled. "I have commanded you, now go!"
"Yes Master of my soul," Xanatos replied, slinking away. So his
dark love was going to take Obi-Wan. Xanatos railed at the dark
gods. Maul was his and he belonged to Maul. How could his
master betray him so? Fury raced through his veins. He could
lead Qui-Gon here - but no, Maul would die and he would be left
alone. Obi-Wan could meet a mysterious fate when he returned. .
. oh yes. His whelp of a cousin must be destroyed, and Xanatos
burned with joy at the thought.
Xanatos prowled forward, silent. He would do as his Master bid
and delay Qui-Gon. And then Obi-Wan would die.
Qui-Gon sensed he was close. He could feel the roil of the
black stench that was Sith as well as the light of his well
ahmaté. "Hang on beloved. I am coming for you. And
neither the heavens nor all the spawn of the Sith will stand in
my way."
The door to the training room was flung open, and Maul stalked
in knife in hand. Naked.
Obi-Wan tasted the coppery flavor of fear in his mouth. His
time was up.
Maul watched the young man stop his wild pacing, frozen in
place like a Denir caught by surprise. Fear flickered over
those fine features, then was shoved underneath a placid
exterior. Maul licked his lips and grinned, savagely.
Qui-Gon felt his presence before he saw him. Xanatos.
"Where is my Obi-Wan?" he growled springing for the creature's
throat.
Xanatos leaped back, barely avoiding his former master's grasp.
Never had he seen Qui-Gon like this. Never had he felt the
emotions that were seething from the older man.
"I repeat, Sithspawn. Where is my Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon rumbled,
drawing his light sword, his eyes black with rage and passion.
"Speak now or die silent. Either way I will find him!" With
that Qui-Gon attacked, fury and terror for his love burning
away all else but the need to find Obi-Wan.
Maul stalked forward and grabbed the young Chosen by the scruff
of his neck. The knife slid to Obi's neck as he whirled the
younger man around and slammed him into the table. "Now you
shall feel the true power of the Sith, boy," the Sith hissed,
gloating as he waited for the fear to overwhelm the whelp,
before Maul claimed his prize.
Xanatos defended himself as best he could, but never before had
Qui-Gon fought with such ferocity, such savagery. He was going
to lose, to die at the hands of his former master while his
current master, his dark love was raping his brat of a cousin.
Even now he could feel Maul's dark glee as he took Obi-Wan. If
this was to be his fate, so be it. But he would exact his own
brand of vengeance on all of them. Tired. He was so tired.
Qui-Gon was single minded in his intent. He would find and save
his beloved. On and on he battered at the dark whelp before
him. Xanatos would be the first to fall and then would Maul be
destroyed. The Lord of Light's sword flashed fire, reflecting
the lightening that ripped through the heavens. His eyes
gleamed ferally. Above him the dark clouds gathered bringing
thunder and destruction.
A miscalculation and Xanatos was down, sword lost and the
killing blow inflicted. But as the once darkling handsome lad
from Corellias lay dying, he gasped out his revenge. "Too late
- my master has already used him."
Qui-Gon's howl of pain and denial echoed through the forest.
Obi-Wan shivered in terror, he knew what was to come. He could
not allow this , could not allow his soul-bond violated and his
flesh torn by the foul creature above him. Then the bond took
over, fighting for it's survival, instinctively knowing it was
threatened. Maul growled and moved closer, sinking his teeth
into the soft flesh of his victim's shoulder.
Beyond pain, beyond terror, in a place he'd never been before
where the mind shuts down and allows the body to defend itself
with superhuman abilities and no rationality, Obi-Wan reacted.
Grabbing the knife that rested against his throat he found the
strength to stop the dark lord's first inward thrust, and at
the same time plunged the knife into the foul creature's
throat.
And then all was black.
Qui-Gon stumbled through the maze of tunnels, following the
weak skein of life force that attached his soul to his beloved
Obi-Wan. His soul's mate lived. That was all that mattered.
Coming into the clearing he saw the dark lord's domain, gate
wide open. Sprinting inside he followed the ever-weakening life
thread until he came upon a room that told a grisly tale.
Huddled shivering in a corner was his love, naked and in shock.
Drenched in blood. On the floor the Sith lay dead, a knife in
his throat, also naked. A low growl snarled its way from the
Lord of Heaven.
Hearing the noise Obi-Wan looked up and whimpered. "Qui . . .
Qui-Gon?" he whispered, not daring to believe. The collar
around his neck had prevented Obi from sensing his Master's
approach "Is it truly you?"
"My love!" Qui-Gon choked out, racing to his beloved's side and
gathering him up. Wrapping the shivering form in his damp cloak
he quickly carried Obi-Wan from the dark building, kicking over
a number of candles as he went in order to let the foul den of
corruption burn. Soon flames devoured the building, a dark
beast feeding upon itself until it was dead. Maul was no more.
"My ahmaté. My most precious and sacred love. I thought
I'd lost you my Obi," Qui-Gon whispered, heart-wrenchingly,
kissing the young man with quiet desperation.
"Never my life," Obi-Wan vowed, clinging to his heartmate
gratefully as the shock of the days events caught up with the
young man and his body finally began to shut down, exhausted
beyond measure.
"Sleep my Obi. When you wake, we will be home once more," The
Lord of Heaven whispered, using the power of the light to send
his love into peaceful slumber. Only then did the great lord
cry, silent tears of gratitude and relief. His love was safe
once more.
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